She might act cool as a cucumber, but now that they're down to brass tacks here, now that she's back in the saddle, she's not one to hide what she's feeling. She's a very appreciative lover, shivering in his arms at that swipe of his tongue, matching him with a nip of her own at his lower lip before letting her tongue flirt at his.

Meanwhile, he's already getting under her skirt, and the cool air conditioning meets her skin in a way that's almost pleasant as his hand on her ass, squeezing at all that supple flesh in a way she appreciates. Really, she wouldn't at all mind him getting a little rough with her. It's the kind of man he is, and she'd hate for him to hold back at all. So she tightens her arms where they've wound about his shoulders, letting her bare hips press up into his gladly.